The more you ignore me, the closer I get; you're wasting your time.

There's a girl in this dress,there's always a girl in distress.

You own me with whispers like poetry.Your mouth is a melody I memorize.

Even now - in the final hour of my life -I'm falling in love again.

Satan rejected my soul; as low as he goes,he never quite goes this low.

You know I love to spend my mornings, like sunlight dancing on your skin

I could be anything but for the faults that I've acquired on my way.

Maybe the key to finding the perfect song is simply rewriting the lyrics.

I wrote a song about dental floss but did anyone's teeth get cleaner?

I'm just a notch on your bedpost but you're just a line in a song.

I could never be your godAnd I don't even think I want the job anymore

Nobody’s right if everybody’s wrong...For What It’s Worth

When you die, the only kingdom you'll seeIs 2 foot wide and 6 foot deep

A poet should be so crafty with words that he is envied even for his pains.

Sometimes we focus on the lyrics too much and forget to dance to the music.